The Yoko Factor
(March 18, 2000)
Written by: Doug Petrie
INT. COLONEL MCNAMARA'S QUARTERS - DAY
Colonel McNamara is in the middle of delivering a report via vidscreen hookup to a bunch of government agency types in suits. The spokesman for the group, MR. WARD, is quizzing the colonel.
And the men?
These are exceptional boys. Their
capture ratio just keeps
increasing, they're keeping it
together. Morale's a problem…
The death of Professor Walsh, the
escape of the prototype…
Controlling the HST's is getting
harder -- we have serious
overcrowding in the containment areas.
Quite a mess.
Not my mess, sir. I'm just
holding the fort 'til you figure
out what you wanna do with the place.
Well, that's the purpose of these
evaluations. And we appreciate
your good work in this crisis period.
The incident with Finn was unfortunate…
Fell in with the bad crowd. Quite
frankly, I don't think he was ever
the soldier you all hoped he was.
Boy thinks too much.
Never the less, we want him back.
The government has invested a
We'll catch up with him. My
feeling is that he won't stray
too far from the girl.
Yes, Buffy Summers. Our databanks
don't have very much on her.
She's just a girl.
This would the 'girl' who broke
into the complex, liberated Finn
and an HST, and walked you out of
the place at gunpoint?
(checks his file)
Oh no. I'm wrong. Crossbow-point.
You want me to bring her in, I'd be --
No. Any action against her would
send Finn over the edge. We're
still hoping he'll come --
He's a deserter.
He's a resource. And I doubt very
much he's going to present a real
danger to the Initiative just
because he's gone swoony for some
young radical. She is, as you
say, just a girl.
INT. ADAM'S LAIR - DAY
Spike walks around Adam, gesturing. Adam stands stock-still, inserting disk after disk into his zip drive and watching the vampire pace back and forth.
She's a lot more than that. The
Slayer's dangerous, is all I'm saying.
Yes, she makes things interesting.
No, see, you're not getting it,
Mr. Bits. You're gonna be
interestingly dead. Little Miss
Tiny's got a habit of bolixing up
the plans of every would-be
unstoppable badass who steps foot
in this town.
Then we must ascertain the nature
of this variable.
Yeah, well, I was told there
wouldn't be any math.
Just wanted you to know, when the
Big Ugly goes down, Slayer's gonna
be right in the thick of it. You
ready for that?
Adam turns to look at Spike, a small smile on his lips.
I'm counting on it.
INT. ADAM'S LAIR - DAY
Picking up where we left off. A MATCH flares and Spike lights a cigarette. As Adam now moves through the space.
And you killed them both…
Yeah. Well, not at the same time,
but, yeah, I killed the hell out of 'em.
Adam stops and studies Spike.
Yet you fear this one.
Watch it, mate. I don't fear
anything. I just know my enemies.
Do you? Then why haven't you
killed this slayer yet?
Stinking rotten luck is why.
On top of that now I got this
buggering chip in my head.
Yes. Your behavior modification
circuitry. I know what you feel…
You feel smothered. Trapped like
an animal, pure in its ferocity,
unable to actualize the urges
within… Clinging to one truth
like a flame struggling to burn
within an enclosed glass… That
a beast this powerful cannot be
contained. Inevitably it will
break free and savage the land
again… I will make you whole
again. Make you savage.
Spike stares at Adam for a beat, genuinely mesmerized.
Wow. I mean, yeah. I get why the
demons all fall in line with you.
You're like Tony Robbins is he was
a big, scary Frankenstein-looking…
You're exactly like Tony Robbins.
I will restore you to what you once were…
Spike arches an eyebrow at the notion.
When I have the Slayer how and
where I want her.
Easier said. She's crafty.
She and her little friends.
Yeah. There's your… whatcha
call it - variable. This slayer's
got pals. You want her evening
the odds in a scrape, you don't
want her slayerettes mucking about.
Take them away from her.
Yeah, that's a plan. She's
working solo, she won't have a
chance to come after us when the
wild rumpus begins. Plus it'll
make her miserable, and I never
get tired of that.
Spike thinks, plans.
Oh yeah. Leave them to me.
You can't hurt them. What can you
do to make sure they're out of the picture?
Not a blessed thing.
They're gonna do it for me.
INT. BUFFY AND WILLOW'S DORM ROOM - NIGHT
Buffy's room. Night. Buffy enters, looking worn and weary from her trip to L.A. She flips on the light. Sees Willow's still-made bed. Sighs. Sets down her bag, goes to her own bed, lies down. Eyes wide open.
You know if she's back yet?
INT. BURNT-OUT SCHOOL - NIGHT
Riley sits in his makeshift home in the Sunnydale High ruins. Xander arrives with a knapsack.
(shakes his head)
Haven't heard from her. She'll
probably come here first thing,
though. And… who's your buddy?
He tosses Riley the knapsack. Riley catches it.
So you don't have to be G.I. Joe
while your civvies are gettin' washed…
Riley pulls a pair of hideous multi-colored weight lifter pants from the knapsack.
Try those on,
you'll feel like a new man.
Riley nods, hiding his opinion of the pants.
Would this man have a bright red
nose and big floppy feet?
Off Xander's look:
Sorry, that's the cabin fever
talking. I'm grateful. Really.
Okay. So, how you holding up otherwise?
I've been trained to survive
harsher conditions. All I really
need's a sharpened stick, half a
canteen of water and…
… Room service and Spectravision.
Don't love doing the survival bit.
But, as post-Apocalypse splendor goes…
I've done wonders with the place.
Still. The sooner Buffy's back,
the better I'll feel.
You and me both, big guy.
I take it you're not an Angel fan, either.
It's not like I hate the guy.
Just, you know, the guts part of him.
Can't blame you. But, to be fair:
It's not him you hate, it's the curse.
Xander looks away.
What did Buffy tell you?
About Angel? Everything. More
than I wanted to know, sometimes.
She loved him. He turned evil.
He killed people. She cured him.
"And they all lived happily ever
after." Did she happen to mention
what turned him evil?
He was cursed. Some kind of gypsy
thing. And then… I dunno.
Hundred years passed or the moon
hit a certain phase or…
One moment's happiness.
What about it?
It's his trigger. Angel's an okay
guy - so long as he's mopey and
sad and brooding. But give him
even one second of pure, real pleasure…
And that sets him off.
Only in a big old kill-your-
friends kind of way. And you know
what makes Angel happiest? Give
you a hint: it's not crème brulee.
Sex. With Buffy.
Hate to be the one to tell ya.
Yeah, me too.
Well, that explains a lot of
things I wish weren't explained.
Hey, but that's ancient history, buddy.
And she went running to L.A. to
bone up on her history.
No, I'm sure it's boneless. She
just needs to make sure that
everything's okay. She's probably
You'll feel better when you see her.
Riley just looks off into space, ignoring Xander.
Guess we'll see.
INT. GILES' APARTMENT - NIGHT
Giles is alone in his apartment, quietly, soulfully playing the guitar. Lynrd Skynrd's "Freebird."
…if I leave here tomorrow,
would you still remember me…
For I must be travellin' on now,
'Cause there's too many places I've
got to see… but if I stayed
here with you girl, thing's just
wouldn't be the same… 'cause
I'm as free as a bird na-a-
He recoils as if from a snake. Reverse angle reveals SPIKE standing there, looking on curiously.
I think it was my childlike
conviction that you couldn't get
more pathetic that makes this so
Please, come in.
Spike heads for the fridge. Giles follows.
You know, for someone who's got
"Watcher" on his resume, you might
want to cast an eye to the front
door every now and again. Never
know who'll barge in.
Spike sticks his head in the fridge, rummaging, pushing aside a couple of items …
What do you want?
Spike finds, pulls out one last stray blood packet.
Ah. Knew I left one. Buffy around?
Spike tosses the blood pack in the microwave. Presses the power button. Drums his fingers while he waits.
Need to speak with the lady of the
house. Be a pet and give her a
message for me, would you? Tell
her I just might have something
she just might want.
And what would this something be?
Information - highly classified.
Not cheap word-on-the street
prattle, either. I'm talking
about the good stuff now.
Giles folds his arms, glaring:
It's nothing I know. What, you
think I'd come running over,
saying "I've got a secret,
beat me 'til I talk?"
(shakes his head)
There's files. In the Initiative,
I'm pretty sure I know where.
Ding! The microwave goes off.
Spike busies himself selecting a mug.
Yeah. Secrets. Mission
statements, design schematics…
All of Maggie Walsh's dirty
laundry, which I guess would
include lots of tidbits about --
Well, yeah. Say someone was to
risk his life and limb -- well,
limb, anyway -- to obtain said
files, might be worth a little
At this point, a cynical person
would think you were offering just
what we need when we need it most.
That person'd be right, Rupert.
Supply and demand. You've got a
beastie to kill, I need the dosh.
And it won't be cheap this time.
Spike drains the mug of blood in one long gulp, starts to leave. Giles closes the door on him, blocking his exit.
What do you want?
Year's supply of blood, guaranteed
protection, merry bushels of cash
and - most important - a guarantee
that I'm not to be in any way slain.
With a smile and a nod from you?
Sorry - not close to good enough.
This deal's with the Slayer.
I'll tell her.
Oh, you'll tell her. Great
comfort, that. What makes you
think she'll listen to you?
There should be more, but Giles can't think of it.
I am her Watcher.
Think you're neglecting the past
tense there, Rupert. Besides, she
barely listened when you were in
charge. I've seen the way she treats you.
Giles tries acting brave, but Spike's struck a chord. Giles nonchalantly uncorks some twelve year-old scotch, pours himself a neat glass.
Yes? A-and how's that?
Very much like a retired
librarian. Look. I've got what
she wants - long as she has what
I want. Pass the word. She knows
where to find me.
Spike exits. Giles regards his drink.
I'll think about it.
He takes a sip.
INT. TARA'S DORM ROOM - NIGHT
We pan down from the lights stringing across Tara's room walls to find Tara studying next semester's course catalog while Willow plays with a KITTEN.
I keep thinking, okay, that's the
cutest thing ever, and then she
does something cuter and
completely resets the whole scale.
Did you see her yawn earlier?
Yes! I thought I was going to die.
I love you, Miss Kitty Fantastico.
We've got to get her a real name.
It's so cool she's all ours--
yours. That she's yours is cool.
She can be ours if you want.
Willow looks at Tara, moved. A little embarrassed by all the emotion, Tara turns her attention back to the course catalog.
You still need an elective. How
about sophomore level psych?
Oh. Kind of psyched-out after
Professor Walsh. Maybe something
fun like drama. I could be dramatic.
You cannot have more catnip! You
have a catnip problem.
I haven't even dealt with the
housing forms yet. Have you done
anything? I hear there's some off-
campus places that are way cool
for, you know, a group to go in on.
Oh. I figured you'd be dorming it
up with Buffy again.
We haven't really talked about it.
I used to just assume we'd be
roomies through grad school and
into little old ladyhood -- you
know, cheating at Bingo together
and forgetting to take our pills.
But, I don't know. It hardly
feels like we're roommates now.
She's all busy with Riley, and I'm
gone a lot too. And when we are
there together, it's just Slayer
business talk and feeding Amy the
rat. I guess I should ask her…
Willow pets Miss Kitty Fantastico and looks a little worried.
INT. BUFFY AND WILLOW'S DORM ROOM - DAY
There's a knock on Buffy's door. Buffy opens it - to find Riley standing there. She's a little taken aback.
Hi. I got a little tired of
sitting around waiting, so…
… You joined the circus?
Cut back to show Riley is dressed in the brightly-colored pants Xander left him earlier.
Xander took my clothes to clean
'em. Left me these. Does he hate
me in some way I don't know about
yet? I think I would've attracted
less attention in my uniform.
Buffy shuts the door behind him. A beat.
Is it okay for you to be here?
You tell me.
I mean, with a whole government
branch hunting you down and all.
He reaches around to the small of his back and pulls out a walkie-talkie.
Took me awhile, but I patched into
their frequency. Can't sneak up
on a guy if he's listening in.
You're the trickiest.
Why they hired me.
Beat. Buffy turns away, adjusts some papers, needlessly.
Are you okay?
Yeah. I'm fine, it's just …
Angel kind of upset me.
It's not that interesting.
Got my attention.
He spun my head a little.
I assure you: not of the big.
You don't want to talk about it.
Deconstructing Angel really can
wait. I want to get out there and
patrol. Find Adam. Talk about it later?
It's the pants, isn't it? It's
okay. I couldn't take me
seriously in these things either.
Riley, it's not that big of a deal.
Tell you what, why don't I get out
of your face. You had a long trip.
You don't have to go.
It's okay. Besides…
I gotta re-charge them every two
hours or they go dead on me.
Okay, then… see ya.
He gives her a smile and lets himself out.
INT. BUFFY'S DORM HALLWAY - DAY
Riley steps out of Buffy's room into the hallway. His smile evaporates. He looks hurt and pissed. Leaves.
INT. CRYPT - DAY
Xander hands Spike a khaki bundle of clothing. Anya sits down on the crypt slab behind them, drinking a milk shake, looking colossally bored.
Here. You shoulda just kept the
ensemble from the last time
sneaking into the Initiative. I'm
not a clothing delivery service.
Well he is, kind of.
He did Riley yesterday.
Spike discovers something in the middle of the clothing bundle: a small but deadly-looking gun.
Oh, hello. This is just… swell.
He points it around, posing a bit.
Gotta say, liking this quite a
lot. Kind of changes the balance
He has come around and pointed it at Xander and immediately staggers with pain, clutching his head.
Come on, you've got to be kidding!
Wow. The chip in your head means
you can't even point a gun. How humiliating.
Gun doesn't work anyway. It's a fake.
Can't even point a decorative gun.
Give it up for American chipmanship.
It doesn't work? What about self
defense? I'm taking a risk here,
you know. These Initiative prats
aren't keen on letting a fellow
pop in and have a bit of a rummage-
around. Not twice, anyway.
Can I tell you how much I really don't care?
Attitude. We'll see how far that
takes you at boot camp. Hey,
s'pose you'll get a tough-as-nails
drill sergeant who's only hard on
the men 'cause he's trying to keep
'em alive when the bullets start
flying? I love that stuff.
Boot camp? Yeah, like I'd go there.
Oh, you changed your mind?
Not gonna join?
Anya jumps up, goes to Xander. Smacks him on the arm.
You're joining the army?!
Okay, one: ow. Two.
Where'd you get that idea? And three:
Ow! I am not joining the army.
Anya sits back down.
Well, good. Stopped that nonsense just in time.
I was never--
Who told you this?
Your little girlie-mates were
talking… something about being
"all you can be" or "all you can
be." Having a laugh… I figured
you were signing up. Say, you got
anything larger in the toy gun line?
All I can… can you believe that?
Like I'm some useless lunk. It
happens that I'm good at lots of
things! I help with all kinds
of… stuff… I have… skills,
and strategems, I'm very…
Help me out.
(helpful, to Spike)
He's a viking in the sack.
You didn't have these cleaned
after the last time, did you?
This is so like them lately. It's
all about them and the college
life. You know what college is?
It's high school without the
actual going to class. Well, high
school was sort of like that too
but the point is, I'm the one
working hard to earn a living and
it's a huge joke to them.
"Xander got fired from Starbucks."
"Xander got fired from the phone
They look down on you.
And they hate you…
But they don't look down on me.
It was just a laugh. Don't have
to go insane over it.
Is anybody talking to you?
Sir, no, Sir.
Spike smiles, Xander glares.
EXT. CAVE - DAY
Buffy appears, searching. She comes upon a cave entrance. Draws a blaster. Takes a step forward. Hears a twig snap. She whirls, comes face to face with… FORREST.
Buffy hesitates a long moment before putting the blaster down.
Give me a reason not to.
You killing humans, now?
Not yet. Beating you senseless
should do just fine.
I could have a patrol here in
under a minute - So here's a plan:
you go your way, and I'll go mine.
A tense beat as she considers. Then Buffy steps toward the cave. Forrest does too. Both stop to glare at one another.
I'm checking out that cave.
My orders exactly.
We're spread a little thin right
now, so yeah. Family's tearing apart-
Family? Last time I dropped by
you put a gun to my head. What
kind of family are you guys?
They enter the cave.
INT. CAVE - DAY
Proceed, Forrest growing more angry, frustrated.
Weren't until you showed up.
What, no girls in the club?
You think you're the first
girlfriend Riley's ever had?
There's one big head on that skinny
little body -- no, you're just the
first one ever got him to commit
treason. Riley had a career. He
had a future 'til he met you and
yeah, I got a problem with that.
A future? A future doing what?
Illegal experiments? Torture?
Murder? I guess killing someone
isn't a problem for you.
Less and less. Now why don't you
get the hell out of here before I --
Forrest grabs her shoulder - pissing her off. She shakes him off, interrupting his threat.
Touch me again you'll find out
what Slayer-strength is like.
Think it's about time you showed me, then.
They both hear a voice.
They turn to see the cave entrance is blocked - by ADAM.
I think that would be interesting.
INT. CAVE - DAY
Right where we left off. Adam stands looming over Buffy and Forrest. All three frozen, poised before the action starts. The peace doesn't last.
Adam prepares to skewer Forrest.
Buffy leaps across the cave and grabs Adam's skewering arm just as the blade juts out, throwing off his aim. Buffy and Adam square off. Without looking back, Buffy grabs Forrest by the shirt, bunching it up in her fist and shoves him back hard, toward the entrance of the cave.
Get out of here.
Buffy strikes at Adam with all she's got. He doesn't move. He knocks her back.
Adam turns to see Forrest aiming the blaster right at him. The sight is interesting to him. Forrest FIRES - at point blank range. Electric energy courses through Adam's entire frame, rippling blue shock waves around his body, making his whole form violently VIBRATE. Buffy watches from the ground. Finally it stops - the last ray of energy wriggles into Adam's chest plate - energy absorbed. Adam rights himself.
Buffy runs toward Adam.
With one lightning-fast thrust, Adam IMPALES Forrest.
Buffy rushes Adam.
Adam throws the dead body of Forrest onto Buffy.
Buffy hits the ground, momentarily pinned by the dead weight - face to face with dead Forrest.
Adam picks up Forrest's dropped blaster.
Buffy throws Forrest's body off her, sees:
Adam aiming right at her - opening fire. He hits her, sends her into the wall.
Buffy runs, blaster fire scattering around her.
She runs from the cave.
EXT. CAVE - DAY
Buffy runs. Hits the ground. Gets up, now limping, running, off into the woods.
EXT. WOODS - DAY
Buffy runs, then staggers to relative safety. A small trickle of blood splattered on her forehead. She looks back to see if Adam's following behind her. She keeps going, barely conscious. She trips, tumbling down a small embankment, and WACK - hits her head on a stone. She is out cold. We hold on her unconscious face.
EXT. GILES' COURTYARD - NIGHT
Spike walks up to Giles' door, dressed in his Initiative outfit. Finishing a cigarette, he takes his time sucking in one last drag. Tosses the butt away. Then, like an actor preparing to go onstage, takes a big deep breath, "rehearsing," and bursts in -
INT. GILES' APARTMENT - NIGHT
Spike enters, out of fake breath. Shuts the door behind him, looks out the window.
Think I lost the buggers.
Willow is there with Tara. She approaches Spike as Giles looks on, pouring himself another drink. The discerning eye might notice that Giles is a little tipsy.
Any luck with the disk?
Spike pulls about four of them out of his jacket, fumbles them to Will.
Took what they had. Should be
something useful on one of 'em.
She moves to the computer, Tara at her side.
What are we looking for?
Anything about Adam.
No problems getting in and out?
No. I mean, a couple of 'em made
me on the way out, but I took care of them.
Gave them a good running-away-
from, did you?
Well, yeah. When do I get paid?
When Willow tells me you've
brought us something useful.
Spike glances over at Willow and Tara, sees Tara absently run her hand up the back of Willow's hair as they study the screen.
Spike gets an idea. Says to Giles, aside:
I coulda gone straight to the
slayer, you know. I cut you in,
let you pretend you're actually in
charge. Now you gotta wait for
Red's permission to finish the deal?
Giles tries not to show how the dig affects him. Replies, icily:
As soon as we see what's on the discs --
It looks like gibberish.
(moving to them)
Or possibly gobbledygook.
It's not words, anyway…
He retires to the room down the hall as Spike peers at the computer screen. Sure enough, a seemingly random pattern of numbers and letters shows on the screen. Spike wasn't actually expecting this himself.
Well, why did… can you fix them?
Crack a government encryption code
on my laptop? Easy as really
You're not exactly the whiz these
days either. God, I'm never
I am a whiz!
She is a whiz.
If ever a whiz there was… I
just need some time.
No, I just heard you weren't…
your mates said you weren't
playing with computers so much.
Into the new thing.
What new thing?
You know: you two, the whole…
They were talking about that?
Can we get back to business here?
I got a deal at stake.
What'd they say?
Talking about, you know, it's a
phase, you'll get over it.
What? Who said that?
Maybe we should focus on the
Was it Buffy?
'Cause you know what she
means by that…
She was defending you. 'Cause
Xander said you were just being trendy.
I didn't see why they were going
on. Person wants to be a witch,
that's their business.
I knew Buffy was freaked.
You should talk to her,
'cause I'm sure…
Pressing business, ladies. Let's
not get sidetracked. Still got
your monsters to fight.
He smiles to himself, satisfied at his work, as Willow gloweringly turns her attention to the computer.
INT. INITIATIVE - NIGHT
A DEMON smashes himself right into the front of his plexiglass Initiative cell. Setting off electric sparks. McNamara and a young LIEUTENANT stride by.
We see that some cells contain more than one demon. The inmates are restless.
Cell capacity's maxed out three
days ago, sir. We keep up this
pace, there'll be nowhere left to
contain the Hostiles.
They're animals, Lieutenant.
We'll pack them in until we're out
of room - then pack them in some more.
They're going to start tearing
each other apart, Sir.
I have no problem with that scenario.
They turn a corner, and enter:
INT. INITIATIVE COMMUNICATION CENTER - NIGHT
Inside the Communications Center, it's a busy hive of activity. Two rows of Initiative Soldiers sit tuned into tape-recording radios. Each operator wears a headset and takes notes. McNamara and the Lieutenant enter to the cacophony of static, radio reports and jargon.
Gamma Team en route to home base,
repeat en route to home base,
three hostiles bagged and tagged, over.
Team Alpha deploying search
procedure Tango Minor, estimated
time of departure thirty oh-six hundred…
And suddenly a SQUAWK of static fills the room. One report comes in loud and clear, louder than the others. Urgent, fractured, desperate:
… backup, request immediate backup, over.
Colonel McNamara motions to the nearest radio operator, who turns a knob. The room is filled with the sound of one report.
… tearing us apart out here …
two men down … from out of
nowhere … mayday, repeat…
INT. BURNT-OUT SCHOOL - NIGHT
Riley, forking food out of the can like Mad Max, stops cold. He listens in to the Initiative transmission on his walkie-talkie. It's the same broadcast McNamara heard, continuing…
… Mayday. Team Epsilon requests
immediate backup we're in the
alley near the school building…
Riley grabs the walkie, tuning it in as the sound dies out.
… where the hell is … back,
fall back … it's coming this --
SQUAWK! The walkie emits another ear-piercing screech - and goes dead. Riley grabs gear and weaponry - then bolts.
EXT. ALLEY - NIGHT
Riley runs into an alley at night - skids to a stop - just in time to see a COMMANDO get slammed into the brick wall beside him. Nose broken on impact, the big muscular guy goes slumping to the ground - out cold. Game face on, Riley steps into the alley. Whips out a flashlight and shines it.
Riley's P.O.V.: Standing inside the alley, surrounded by four unconscious Initiative Commandos, is a guy with his back turned to us. He senses Riley. Whirls to face us.
CLOSE-UP: It's ANGEL. Angel sees Riley.
CLOSE-UP: And Riley sees Angel…
EXT. WOODS - NIGHT
We are in the woods. It's quiet. Peaceful. Somewhere, far away we can hear the sound of a babbling brook. Night sounds begin to filter in. An owl far away. Night birds chirping. Camera lazily pans across trees, leaves and branches, and comes to rest upon… Buffy.
Her eyelids open. She wakes up. Just lies there a moment, not moving. Then suddenly BOLTS UPRIGHT with a gasping intake of air. She gets her bearings. Stands. Instant pain nearly makes her knees buckle beneath her. She grabs a tree trunk for support. She takes one small, painful step and we CUT TO:
EXT. ALLEY - NIGHT
Pacing one another like two old gunfighters, Angel and Riley square off in the alley, the bodies of four prone commandos lying around them.
I know you?
We have a friend in common.
The welcoming committee your idea?
Riley looks down at one of the soldiers -- Angel has broken his nose and a lot of blood has poured out of it.
Way I heard it, you were all
peaceable now. You didn't by any
chance go and lose that pesky soul
again, did you?
Don't push me, boy.
Now what could possibly have
happened with Buffy that would
make you lose your soul?
That'd be between me and her.
He moves to go.
Where do you think you're going?
See an old girlfriend.
You think I'm gonna let that happen?
You think you're gonna stop me?
I surely do.
Angel rushes Riley, who's blocking the only way out. Riley THWIPS out his telescoping metal baton to its full length. Sidesteps the attack and CRACKS Angel hard in the back of the skull.
Angel whips around and full-body smashes into Riley, sending the two of them plowing back into a load of garbage cans.
Angel pins Riley, punches him square in the face. Once - twice - then pulls back for the final blow when Riley grabs a bottle lying nearby and smashes it into the side of Angel's face. Angel recoils.
Riley gets to his feet. Readies the baton for another strike. Angel, still covering his eyes from the bottle-smash, lashes out backhanded and hits the baton flying out of Riley's hand.
Riley punches Angel. Which only makes him mad.
Angel grabs Riley and rushes him hard into the brick wall. Head-butts him. Riley's hands fall to his sides, lifeless. Angel just holds him there an instant.
Riley grabs a small, hand-held taser off his belt and jams it up under Angel's chin. ZAP! It sends out a sharp jolt of electricity, blasting Angel back away from Riley.
Angel staggers back, getting his bearings. Riley presses the attack. Punches Angel in the stomach. Angel doubles over, his face hidden. Riley goes in for another shot when Angel whips his head back up - in full VAMP-FACE.
Angel punches Riley.
Riley, wobbling, manages to punch Angel back. Punch-drunk, he fumbles for his sidearm …
Angel hits Riley so hard he goes flying back. Angel walks over to him, taking his time, no more playing around, ready to finish this when:
We hear approaching Humvees, lights heading towards us. Angel takes off over a wall.
Riley rises, also takes off, though much slower -- he barely limps off as the Humvees arrive.
INT. BUFFY AND WILLOW'S DORM ROOM - NIGHT
Buffy's door creaks open. She edges herself in and closes the door behind her, leaning on it for support. Head still wounded. She checks herself in the mirror. Then:
TIME CUT TO:
Buffy, now cradling the phone between shoulder and cheek, finishes bandaging her wounded arm.
Xander, it's Buffy.
Ah, just kidding, this is an
answering machine. At the tone,
leave a message.
Xander, call me. I think we need
to get the gang together.
Buffy, feeling a little humiliated that she fell for Xander's trick, hangs up.
Buffy on the phone, trying again …
Hi. This is Tara.
Please leave a message.
Hi, uh, Tara? It's Buffy. I'm
looking for Willow. If you see
her, would you tell her? I - it's
pretty important. Thanks.
Buffy hangs up slowly. Another CUT and:
… for Rupert Giles and I'll
return your call as soon as possible.
Giles. It's me. Just … call me.
Buffy hangs up. Looks at the phone, feeling lost and alone. Where is everybody? A long beat, then a knock at the door interrupts her solitude. Buffy opens the door to find ANGEL standing there, holding himself up against the door frame, looking a little beat-up from his Riley encounter. Buffy's thrown, both by his unannounced arrival and his dishevelled appearance. Not to mention the fact that seeing him brings up all the pain of their last meeting.
Hey. Can I come in?
An awkward beat.
Need a little more than that, Buffy.
Buffy gets it.
Oh. Come in.
He enters. Buffy stands a good distance from him, hurt, uncomfortable. Still, she can't hide her concern for him.
Want to tell me who ran you into
Not really. It's not world in
Let me guess. You thought of
something else really hurtful to
say and it was just too good to do
it over the phone. 'Cause the
funniest part is the look on my face --
I don't have a lot of time.
Why not? What's going --
He's just about to spit it out when they hear a voice.
I told you you weren't coming near her.
Buffy and Angel part, revealing Riley, standing unsteadily, a PISTOL aimed right at Angel's hand. He's shaking, clearly exhausted from the fight with Angel and the dash to Buffy's place - but he's holding it together through sheer force of will. He will not go down without (more of) a fight.
I meant it.
Buffy takes in this tableau. Boyfriend and Ex on either side of her - staring daggers at each other. Gets it.
You've got to be kidding me.
(glares at Angel)
This is why you came?
No. It was an accident-
Running your car into a tree is an
accident. Running your fist into
somebody's face is a plan. You
wanna explain this to me?
Put that gun down.
It's pretty much all I got left,
so I'm thinking not. He attacked
four of my men, Buffy. He's up to
his old tricks.
Now it dawns on Buffy that Riley thinks Angel's gone bad. Her tone softens.
Oh… Riley - he's not. He isn't
bad now. He won't hurt anybody.
Angel, tell him…
Might hurt you.
Some threat. You can barely stand.
Trigger finger feels okay.
You actually sleep with this guy?
Riley can't contain himself. He launches at Angel, gets in a brutal punch. Angel returns in kind. Next thing they know, Buffy's clocking one across the jaw, then the other - sending them reeling apart.
That's enough! I see any more
displays of testosterone
poisoning, I will personally put
you both in the hospital. Anybody
think I'm exaggerating?
He started it --
(points - don't you dare)
He stops. The boys look equal parts sullen and contrite.
Angel watches as Buffy goes to Riley first. She stands close with him, makes eye contact, touches his cheek, speaks tenderly.
I'm sorry, I just wanted to know
you were safe.
I need to talk to Angel for a minute.
Riley looks at Angel. Angel shrugs his shoulders. Riley turns back to Buffy.
I'm not leaving this room.
I mean it.
She simply turns to the door and walks out. Angel follows, giving Riley a smirk. They're gone. Riley just stands there, folds his arms, speaks to himself.
Not moving a muscle…
INT. BUFFY'S DORM HALLWAY - NIGHT
Angel joins Buffy in the hall. Buffy's fuming.
Okay. I come to see you, to help
you and you treat me like I'm
just… your ex-
Well, technically --
(he clams up)
Then you order me out of your
city - and then you come here and
start pounding on my boyfriend?!
What is this? I'd really like to
know: What the hell are you trying to do?
I was trying to make things better.
A beat as Buffy takes this in. And Angel realizes how it sounded. They both get the absurdity of it, and they can't help but laugh.
It's going pretty well, don't you think?
Swell. Although you might want to
think about fire. Burning
things - always effective.
The tension of the fight diffused. Buffy leans against the wall. They regard each other more calmly. Then-
I couldn't leave it like that.
The way I spoke to you… I came
to apologize. I had no right.
Buffy takes this in.
I… and Riley?
I got jumped by some soldiers. He
came in in the middle. Wasn't
real forthcoming with the benefit
of the doubt.
Put yourself in his place.
I get it.
Now Buffy sucks it up.
Look, I… you weren't entirely
wrong, what you said in L.A. We
don't live in each other's worlds
anymore. I can't just barge in on
yours and make judgments.
Angel takes this in. Nods.
I'm still sorry.
And next time I'll apologize by phone.
They both smile. Two old soldiers.
Things seem pretty tense around here.
They really are.
Anything I can do?
Honestly, I think the best thing
right now --
It means a lot that you came.
They look at each other warmly for a beat. Finally, a feeling of peace between them. Then Angel turns, limping a little, down the hallway. Buffy watches. Angel stops. Turns back.
Oh. And… Riley?
I don't like him.
A beat. Buffy smiles.
Angel backs off again and Buffy watches him go. Then looks back to her dorm room. The smile vanishes. She takes a heavy breath and heads back inside. We see her enter the room, Riley inside, awaiting her nervously.
INT. ADAM'S LAIR - NIGHT
Spike enters the cave, finishing off a can of beer, crushing it in his grip and tossing it aside.
That was fun. And I'm no stranger
to a good night out. De-flowered
a virgin Princess once. Killed a
Minister mid-sermon. Even saw the
Sex Pistols back in '76. But this …
He rummages through his pockets, comes up with a pack of smokes, pulls one out of his teeth.
… this was really special.
You were successful.
Easier than I thought it'd be, too.
Feel it in my bones. It's …
call it the Yoko factor.
(off Adam's blank stare)
Don't tell me you never heard of
I have. I like Helter Skelter.
What a surprise. Point is, they
were once a real, powerful group.
Not a stretch to say they ruled
the world. And when they broke
up, everyone blamed Yoko. But the
fact is, the group split itself
apart. She just happened to be
there. And you know how it is
with kids -- they go to college,
they grow apart. Way of the world.
Adam takes this in.
So you've separated the Slayer
from her friends.
Do I have to explain about Yoko again?
I get it. I'm pleased.
So, since we've got all our ducks
in a row… and not talking to
each other, guess it's time for
the grand plan. You know, the one
where I get the chipectomy. You
got everything you need, right?
Spike looks at him quizzically.
There's one more thing.
INT. BUFFY AND WILLOW'S DORM ROOM - NIGHT
Buffy and Riley stand in mid-embrace. Buffy's face is buried up against Riley's chest. But we can see Riley's face - he's deeply worried. They part.
How bad are you hurt?
Not sure yet. The night's still young.
I have something to tell you.
Maybe you should sit down.
Wait. Me, first. Buffy… I
feel like we've gotten really
close. At least, I thought we
had. I don't know much about
Angel, or your relationship with
him. But all I ask is, if you're
gonna break my heart? Do it fast.
What? You think… that Angel and I…
Of course not. I'd never do that to you.
So - nothing?
How can you even ask that?
Riley knows she's telling the truth. Feels like an asshole.
I don't know. Xander said-
Xander. He is the deadest man in Deadonia-
(cutting her off)
No. It wasn't his fault. I
prodded, and he explained how
Angel went bad. The trigger-
And, after that, I went a little
nuts, you know? I mean, on the
one hand, I should believe in us.
But, on the other, sometimes
things just happen between ex's
and then I saw he was bad-
He wasn't bad.
Seriously? That's a "good" day?
(off her nod)
Well there you go. Even when he's
good he's all Mr. Billowy Coat
King of Pain and girls really-
Buffy takes Riley's hand, stopping him.
She pulls him with her to the bed. They sit.
Have I ever given you reason to
feel you couldn't trust me?
Then why with the crazy?
Riley meets Buffy's eyes. Vulnerable. He's laying it all out on the table and he knows it.
Because I'm so in love with you I
can't think straight.
Buffy takes this in, blown away. She touches his face tenderly.
Tell me about it.
A beat. Riley lets loose a shaky breath of relief and pulls Buffy close. They hug for a long time, feeling the intensity of the moment. Of their love. Then a shadow crosses Buffy's features as she remembers… Forrest.
She pulls back and Riley can immediately see that something is very wrong.
I still have to tell you something.
And - there's no way to…
Just say it.
Forrest is dead.
Beat. Riley is too stunned to speak.
I'm so sorry… There was a fight.
Adam killed him. I barely got away.
Riley softly moans, holds his head in his hands. We cannot see his face.
I know nothing I say can make
things better. But I swear to
you, we will find and destroy this
thing. Right now you need time.
Take what you need, I can…
I have to go.
Riley's head comes back up. There's no tears, no expression of any kind. A blank stare.
Are you sure? You…
Have to go now.
And just like that, he gets up and leaves. Closes the door behind him - gone. Buffy takes this in.
INT. GILES' APARTMENT - NIGHT
The familiar sight of a war room session held in Giles' apartment. Spread out around the couch by the fireplace, everyone looks tense - sitting clustered in mini-factions: Xander and Anya on a chair, Willow and Tara at the computer, Giles in the kitchen area where he cracks the seal on a new bottle of scotch and pours himself yet another drink. Buffy looks over Willow's shoulder, scanning the computer screen, which is again filled with unintelligible characters.
It's all weird and jumbley.
It's still encrypted.
Willow's been working really hard
on it, though.
Okay. So how long before you…
Hours. Days, maybe. Anyone
suggesting months would not be
accused of crazy talk.
Giles is drunkenly in a mood of false cheer that he retains throughout much of the scene:
Whatever happened to Latin? At
least when that made no sense, the
(to Will re: disk)
I can't just wait around, Will.
That disk is no good to me unless
you crack it soon-
Willow obviously fumes at this. Is about to say something but Anya cuts her off with-
Hey! We worked hard getting that!
Xander delivered clothing.
"The church approved."
He chuckles to himself, retroactively appreciating his joke.
Sorry everyone, but we're on a
clock here. Adam was at that
cave. Maybe he was there for a
reason. I can go back, scope it
out, track him if I have to…
Right! And maybe you'll get lucky
and he'll still be there and he
can rip your arms off for you!
Buffy, you can't go back alone.
You never train with me anymore.
Adam's gonna kick your ass.
Sorry! Didn't mean to be so
honest. Terribly sorry.
So she doesn't go alone. Giles,
weapons all around--
You're not coming, Xander. You'd
get hurt. It'll be easier for me
if I'm not worrying about
Oh. Okay. You and Willow go do
the superpower thing. I'll stay
behind and putter around the batcave
with crusty old Alfred here.
Giles, still working at being chipper, pours another drink.
Ahh. I am no Alfred, sir. You
forget - Alfred had a job.
Willow stays behind too.
I'll do it alone.
Great. And then, when you've got
your new no arms, we'll all say,
gee, it's a good thing we weren't
there getting in the way of that!
Tara and Anya make eye contact, uncomfortable. Tara slowly gets up and leaves her spot next to Willow, moving quietly toward the kitchen area.
Right, and maybe we can help in
other ways. Need some fightin'
pants, Buff? I could go get you
some fightin' pants.
Guys, you're just making this harder.
Wow. We're already getting in the
way. We're good at this, huh, Xander?
Right. I'm so good at it you
might have to ship me off to the
army to get me out of the way.
Now, unnoticed, Anya leaves Xander's side and also heads toward the kitchen…
You didn't know I knew about that,
did you? You two talking about me
behind my back.
Us talking about you? How about
you telling Riley every last
detail of my life with Angel--
Besides - when is there any "us two?"
You two are the two who are the
two. I'm the other one.
Uh-huh. But maybe that all changes
when I'm doing sit-ups at Fort Dix.
(thinks it's a dirty joke)
Fort Dix. Heh heh…
Are you drunk?
Quite a bit, actually!
Well, stop it.
(to Willow and Xander)
This is stupid.
Stupid. So you finally have the
guts to say it to my face…
I don't think you're stupid,
Xander, so stop being an idiot and
help me fix things. I need both of
you. I need you all the time,
just not now. Adam is dangerous--
Wait. How do you need me? Really.
I need you a lot. You're great,
with, with the computer. Usually.
Right you are. And I'm great with
the pacing and the saying of
"hmmmmm" and "ahhhhh," and "Good Lord!"
And you got the witch-stuff… that's…
Witch stuff?! What do you mean by witch stuff?!
What is happening? This is crazy.
No it's not! It's all finally
making perfect sense and I'm not
going to miss a moment of it.
Giles moves to sit down and misses the chair. He FALLS OUT OF FRAME.
INT. GILES' BATHROOM - NIGHT
Tara and Anya hide out together, waiting for the storm to blow over.
You think this'll go on awhile?
Hard to say.
A beat. Tara looks around, searching for something to say.
Like the tile.
INT. GILES' APARTMENT - NIGHT
Giles is back on his feet and the argument is really rolling now:
And if I did join the army I'd be
great. You know why? Because
maybe they'd give me a job that
couldn't be done by any well-
trained Border Collie.
That's it. I'm going to bed!
Giles heads for the stairs, unbuttoning his shirt as he goes.
Sure, you'd be wonderful in the
army -- you think the umbilical
cord between you and Anya would
stretch that far?
I knew it. I knew you hated her.
Giles' shirt sails over the banister and lands on Xander's head.
Hey, I'm not the one being
judgmental, here. I'll leave
that territory to you and Buffy.
Judgmental? If I was any more
open minded about the choices you
two make my whole brain would fall out.
Oh. And superior. Don't forget
that. Just because you're better
than us doesn't mean you can be
Guys, stop this. What happened to
It's not today. Buffy,
everything's been wrong for a
while. Don't you see that?
Willow, what do you mean things
have been wrong? Things don't
have to be wrong, do they?
Buffy, things haven't been right
since Tara. We have to face it.
You can't handle Tara being my girlfriend.
No, it was bad before that. Since
you two went off to college and
forgot about me, just left me in
the basement to --
Tara's your girlfriend?
Buffy has had it. Here she comes:
Enough. All I know is that you want to
help, right? Be part of the team?
No. You said you wanted to go.
So let's go. All of us. We'll
walk into that cave with you two
attacking me and the funny drunk
drooling on my shoes. Maybe
that's the secret way to kill Adam.
Is that it? Is that how you can
help? You're not answering. Go
on. How can you possibly help?
They all freeze, stunned by what Buffy just said. After a horrible beat:
So I guess I'm on my own. And you
know what? I'm starting to get
why there's no ancient prophesy
about a Chosen One and Friends.
She heads out, calling back.
If I need help, I'll go to someone
I can count on.
She leaves, closing the door behind her.
INT. ADAM'S LAIR - NIGHT
Adam stands in his lair, waiting. A lone figure, cast in shadow and seen from behind, enters.
I've been waiting for you.
Reverse angle reveals: it's Riley.
And now I'm here.
TITLE CARD: TO BE CONTINUED…